Entering the armory, the fat man was blind. There are several warehouses in the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info armory, and each warehouse needs various instructions to be opened. Fortunately, there are not many patrols in the warehouse, otherwise the fat man really doesn't know how to act.

Finding a hidden place on higher ground, the fat man condescendingly observes the various storerooms. More than a dozen warehouses are basically the same size, but only one warehouse has been repaired to be extremely tall, and I don't know what it contains.

Just as the fat man was puzzled, the soldier who had been carrying the ordnance pushed a huge 'box' into the warehouse. The box was so heavy that a dozen soldiers struggled to push it.

There was not only one box, but several more were being shipped in the back. They were all aiming for the big storehouse, and several people pushed boxes to the big storeroom, and an Imperial officer took out the key and stuck it in the door, and the verifier next to it lit up. As soon as he stretched out his hand and put it on the verifier, the door was slowly opened. Several people continued to push the box inside.

The contents of the warehouse or the contents of the box aroused the curiosity of the fat man. What kind of weapon would require so many people to push, and it would need to be kept so closely. Could it be the heavy armored weapons of the Empire? Mecha?

The fat man wondered how if the things that were transported to the mecha were sent directly to the mecha troops, how could they be transported to the armory and kept with other weapons. These more than a dozen Federation soldiers were busy for a long time, and it took seven or eight large boxes to move one after another. The Imperial officer dismissed the group, and he went into the warehouse, activated something, and retreated.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were no guards in the warehouse, the fat man quietly followed the officer and directly broke his neck. Dragging the officer's body to the warehouse door, making sure that no one was paying attention, the fat man took out the key from the officer and inserted it on the warehouse door. As I saw before, the validator next to it lit up. Placing the officer's palm on the verifier, the green light flashed, and the library door was indeed opened.

The fat man did not dare to delay, threw the officer's body into the storeroom, and walked in with him. The door slowly closed and returned to its original state.

The area in the warehouse is much larger than the fat man imagined, the roof alone is more than ten meters high, and the inside is stacked with exactly the same large boxes, which have just been pushed in the outermost place. The fat man stood in the doorway and looked inside, and at the end of the warehouse he seemed to see something other than a chest. He didn't walk over immediately, but continued to observe the layout of the storeroom. The cautious style that has been cultivated for a long time is what fat people rely on the most.

On the wall behind him, the fat man found another validator. This verifier is different from the one when it came in, it needs to verify the iris.

Well? Wait a minute...

The fat man looked at the dead officer, and a feeling of wanting to cry without tears hit his heart. "Damn, why am I in such a hurry to kill him?" The fat man seemed to be reluctant to pestle the officer's corpse.

"Hey..."The fat man sighed, if this iris recognition fails, the alarm of the entire armory will sound, and he will be locked up in this warehouse. But if you skip this iris recognition and go directly to the depths of the warehouse, the alarm will be triggered.

After staring at the iris recognizer for a long time, the fat man finally had a way.

The fat man still took out the tools he was carrying, these things were brought out from the institute, and they were very useful. Gently remove the shell of the iris recognizer and destroy the alarm trigger inside. There is more than one alarm trigger, and the fat man needs to unplug them all one by one. The fat man moved really fast, and this incomparably complicated identifier in the eyes of ordinary people was completely dismantled by him in a few minutes.

Retracting the tool, the fat man cautiously took a step inside... Two Steps: Three steps, okay? It seemed that it really worked, and the fat man strode directly towards the depths of the warehouse. Walking through the huge chest, much taller than himself, the fat man went straight to the end of the storeroom.

However, when he saw these few things in the depths of the warehouse, the fat man was really stunned, and he couldn't explain the situation in front of him because of the short circuit in his brain.

Huge mechs are lining up at the end of the warehouse, and these mechs are strangely looking. The style of the mecha is exactly the same, and it is much shorter than all kinds of main battle mechas, and it looks like six to seven meters by eye. The mech has two large-caliber charged mortars on its shoulders, and two revolver guns on each of its arms. And like the main combat mech, it can release energy shields.

But what really makes the fat man strange is that there is a huge propeller and two small propellers behind the mecha, what is this for? In any case, according to common sense, mechs should be under the exclusive care of mecha troops. Why were these mechs being transported to the armory?

"What the hell is this mech?" The fat man circled around the mecha a few times, and finally focused on the propeller behind the mech. Walking quickly to a large box, the fat man pried the lid open, revealing a part of a mech. It's exactly the same as the molded mechs behind him. The fat man pried open a few more boxes, and the results were all the same.

"So much?" The fat man was also taken aback, counting the few mecha that had already taken shape, the semi-finished mecha stored in the warehouse could save at least ten more mechas, so many mecha were almost enough for a mecha battalion. Digging and digging in the box, the fat man turned out a piece of paper, on which was written 'Imperial K30 amphibious mecha'.

"Amphibious mecha!" The fat man was shocked, could it be that the imperial army wanted to ......?!

When the fat man was still exploring the armory, there was already a mess outside.

"What? Those few Federation captives actually escaped? Antoine was furious when he heard the report from his lieutenant. It's been a day of interrogation, and I haven't asked for anything, and I've let people escape?

According to his soldiers, the captives broke ropes and killed the guards, and fled in the chaos. High martial law is now in place in the Imperial positions, and they have even found the body of an Imperial soldier on the signal tower, and it has been confirmed that one of the signal transmitters is missing.

"Find me, you have to get them out for me!" Antoine slapped the table hard, "They're on our territory, can they still escape?" "The entire Imperial position is starting to operate at breakneck speed, patrols are patrolling around for escaped Federation captives, and even mechs have been dispatched.

"Someone, follow me to the armory!" Antoine ordered.

In a bush, several wounded Federation captives were quietly observing.

"Sir, are we going to attack this Imperial Armory?" Said a captive.

"Haven't you heard that the Imperial Army has hidden several waterway amphibious mechs in this armory, and we want to destroy these mechs if we say anything." The man who spoke was none other than Captain Eden.